The Misery Monster Poem by Mae Summerville

Without her he cant be what he is
The monster he was born to be
Now that shes gone he cant spew his poison
Without her he cant even see

He desperately looks for another
But nowhere is one to be found
He wanders around in delusion
His old decreped body slithers on the ground

He will die if he cant be what he is
The withdrawal will be too much
He must you see, its like a drug
At least my mother he can no longer touch

So now the monster cant spew his poison
Without her he can no longer be
Hes alone with his sick demented mind
Alone in his own self created misery